While You Were Sleeping (당신이 잠든 사이)

Deuk-hee, what is it?

You startled me.

Did you have another nightmare?

It's okay.

Did you just wake up?

Only I get to see you like this.

I put some effort into it. You like it?

You okay?

It was another accident. It's becoming clearer.

Is my memory coming back?

That's good news.

We'll ask Dr. Cho tomorrow why you get nightmares.

Okay?

Let's have breakfast.

I made us breakfast.

- Not eating breakfast is bad... - Bad for your brain.

At least you remember that.

All right. Let's have breakfast.

Yes, let's.

THE INVISIBLE WORLD

KIM JOON-SEOK

Second floor? Second?

Oh, gosh. Are you okay? I'm so sorry.

Oh, my. Are you all right?

I'm fine.

I'm sorry.

- Which way is the main road? - Main road?

I'll take you.

It's fine. Just tell me.

Well...

That...

It's that way. Will you be okay?

- I'm good. - I'll take you.

I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP MIND YOUR BUSINESS

I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP MIND YOUR...

- Deuk-hee. - Hello.

- Off to the center? - Yes.

Excuse me.

HAPPY ART DISABILITY CENTER

Can I help you?

You don't remember me?

You tripped here a few days ago.

I helped you up, and you asked me for directions.

So I pointed with your cane...

You see so clearly now.

Yes, I can see perfectly well. Could you move aside?

Wait a minute.

Why are you doing this? Are you a scammer?

No one should pretend to be disabled.

I plan to lose my hearing next week.

Wait a minute!

I'm putting myself in their shoes. I'm not a scammer, okay?

Would you like

a cup of coffee?

I make educational illustrations for the disability center.

Now that you saw mine, it's my turn.

Show me that novel you gave up on.

You said you followed me for the novel.

Wait...

Why did you give up on this? Continue immediately.

Why is your tone so friendly all of sudden?

No way. Are you drunk already?

Why is a lit major so weak?

And why does an art major drink so well?

I didn't major art.

You said you draw.

Special education.

Right, experiencing disabilities. Sorry.

No girlfriend, right?

Why are you asking me that?

You said you're a novelist.

Poor.

Cheap drunk.

Timid.

No sense of humor. You're hopeless.

And you don't have a boyfriend, right?

Why wouldn't I?

Cranky and overly sensitive...

incredibly argumentative.

Drinks better than men.

The end.

So why did you suggest that we drink?

I regret asking you that more than anything right now.

I must really like it.

The fact that you experience their lives firsthand and draw them,

I think that's really cool. You must be a good person.

That's why.

I'm...

a good person?

Yes!

Also!

Of all the women I've drunk with,

you drink the best.

And the prettiest...

You should've said you can't hold your liquor.

Sweetie, do you recognize me?

Of course, Mother.

Good afternoon. Please come in.

Sure.

- Please head inside. - Okay.

What's all this? It's really heavy.

It's so good, Mother.

You used to love my kimchi. Do you remember?

Of course I do.

Do you feel pain anywhere?

No, I'm doing great.

My memory's back, so don't worry.

I'll only get better.

Of course you should.

By the way...

- is my boy around? - Your boy?

I meant Joon-seok.

I wanted to have lunch with him.

He left early to visit the publisher. You and I can have lunch.

Sorry.

For not being a dad and just relying on you.

Is it even possible?

I'm trying. But I need more time.

I'm really sorry.

Let's go inside.

Are you awake?

Do you know where you are?

Hospital...

Do you remember why you're here?

You were in a car accident.

You've been here for five days.

Now that you're awake, you'll recover in no time.

Relax and let me ask you a few questions.

What is your name?

Yoon Deuk-hee...

Any family members? Try to remember them.

Husband, Kim Joon-seok...

Anyone else?

Mother-in-law...

Song Geum-soon.

Ms. Yoon, what day is today?

What about the month? Can you remember that?

What about the year?

Tell me what year it is.

Twenty...

It's 2018, January.

We went to...

East Sea, to see the first sunrise last week.

You remember so well. You did great.

AUGUST 20, 2020

Good afternoon!

- Mr. Kim, good afternoon. - Good to see you.

Sir, I love your manuscript.

Yes, it's really great.

Where's Chang-mo?

He's reading it.

There he is.

- Sit down. - No way.

Go sit down.

At least stop sighing.

When did I sigh?

You really are the best.

- It's a sure thing. - Forget it.

Whatever.

You got the artistic side covered, now work on the commercial appeal.

Artistic merits of your work are top notch.

Can't you write a bestseller just once for my sake?

I told you I don't do biographies.

You know that.

That's why I'm begging you.

"A professor who euthanized his beloved wife,

is this love or murder?"

Don't you feel it?

Think of it as a novel, not a bio.

You'll get a 200 million won advance.

And the royalty will be crazy if it becomes a hit.

Killing in the name of love?

Does that make sense?

No, it doesn't.

But, Joon-seok, look at me, man.

Hey.

Two hundred million won.

Stop saying that.

Don't do it then, asshole.

You're so high and almighty?

Why are you playing hard to get?

Lectures and radio show appearances,

and writing webcomic stories?

Try making 200 million won. You'll never get out of debt.

A bit longer.

Then the eyes will look clearer.

You're here.

Hey, have you been well?

- Isn't she great? - Yeah, she's good.

She's revitalized ever since coming here. She even started drawing again.

That's great.

Yes, it's great.

You're here.

Don't mind me.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Did you have fun? See you tomorrow. - Yes, thank you.

Good job.

It feels so good to see you here.

Good enough to lose your focus during class?

Look at you two.